EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Comments

[walkingballpit]

It's a good plan. One of my best. Go, I'm right behind you.

[He wanted to tell her to go ahead, that he'd catch up to her, but he can't help feeling responsible for her. He met her; ergo, he had to her get away clean. It was a compulsion.

Pushing her lightly in the direction he'd originally came from, he blasted them again before turning and running. Robbie wasn't about to wait to see what they did this time.]

You sure you've never done this before?

[isitapony]

Done what? This? Ha, no. No, I can safely say that running for my life from angry Geico representatives is not on my list of things I've done. Running, however... I'm good at that. In short bursts. I'm a sprinter.

[She had her taser out and on and had her finger on the mace, ready to spray anything that didn't look human that came close enough. So far, his weird... whatever they were seemed to be keeping them at bay.]

I take it by that look on your face this is just an every day thing for you?

[walkingballpit]

Huh. You're doing great so far! You should consider a career in superheroing or at least join the track team. This way!

[Robbie ducks down a corridor that splinters off from the Observation Deck and runs until he hits a forced right hand turn, but, instead of making the turn, he grabs onto wall and slams on the brakes.]

Woah. Hey - the Earth that your from. Did Disney make Aladdin in it?

[Because this hallway ends in a balcony, and the drop is a good fifty feet. There's no one in the room below, which has lots of huge metal containers, support beams, and alcoves. If they get down there, which isn't a problem for him, the odds are pretty good that the Geico dudes won't be able to get at them, even if they have guns. He looks back at her and takes a deep, calming sort of breath. Just planning on tossing a girl off a balcony. No big deal.]

[isitapony]

Yes, they di-- Why are you asking me that?

[She looks where's he's looking, then gives him a 'hell no' look.]

Look, unless you've got a magic carpet rolled up somewhere that I don't even want to know where that might be, no. No way. No way in a thousand universes. If you start singing at me to convince me, I will kick you in the nuts.

[walkingballpit]

I swear that you'll be absolutely fine, and you'll -

[No, that's the wrong way to argue this. He doesn't know if Earth-lizard rules apply to alien lizards, but, if they do, it doesn't matter if they've temporarily lost their pursuers. They will get tracked by scent, because most lizards have a phenomenal sense of smell. He needs an argument that works faster.]

Go ahead and kick me in the nuts then, or else I'm gonna sing. I'm serious. I dare you to do it, and I've got a twenty in wallet that says you won't.

[isitapony]

[She was tempted to just because of the dare, feeling that familiar sensation of being underestimated because of her size and gender. If he thought she wouldn't do it because she was tiny and a girl, he was wrong.]

Tell you what, you sing and I reserve the right to belt you in the nuts at any point in time in the future when we're not potentially about to be mauled by giant lizards. Okay?